Leave it to the fair-sex navigator to spot the signs a mile away: “Hey! There’s a fruit stand!” Sure enough, coming up on the side of the road was an old 4-bay garage turned produce market. The multicolored sign proclaimed just some of nature’s delicious offerings that could be purchased.
Yes, dotting the countryside are those wonderful little independent vendors who proffer their produce prodigiously. But don’t be piqued, the season is almost kaput. As autumn rushes in on us, the farmers are begining to drag in the last of it. In fact, in the Oregon onion fields, all that’s left is the scent and a few husks of what used to be.
Oh intrepid travelers with a taste for fresh fruits, dither not. Find a fruit stand afore it’s too late. This one is at the east end of The Dalles, Oregon.